There's quare things in Dublin
Between Howth and Crumlin
Down in Ringsend there's a five legged cat
And a three legged donkey
A two-headed monkey
There's nothing so quare as
This four-faced old clock

There's a clock in old Dublin
That stands on a steeple
Proud and erect with four faces so tall
While one of them says you are late
It's deceiving
The other one says it's a quarter to four
And you run down the road and
He grins as you hurry
When just round the corner
You look in surprise
It's not quite the same as it
Was on the last street
This bloody blaggard is telling me lies

There's quare things in Dublin
Between Howth and Crumlin
Down in Ringsend there's a five legged cat
And a three legged donkey
A two-headed monkey
There's nothing so square as
This four-faced old clock

There's a half-hour to spare
Now how will I kill it?
I'll nip up the road hop in for a jar
With the chimes of four bells
I look back in amazement
His other side, sure has gone past the hour
There's a lesson in life
To adopt and interpret
It applies to all people
Regardless their race
Oh, don't put your trust or
Your faith in a person
If sometimes they seem to have
More than one face

There's quare things in Dublin
Between Howth and Crumlin
Down in Ringsend there's a five legged cat
And a three legged donkey
A two-headed monkey
There's nothing so square as
This four-faced old clock

There's quare things in Dublin
Between Howth and Crumlin
Down in Ringsend there's a five legged cat
And a three legged donkey
A two-headed monkey
There's nothing so square as
This four-faced old clock

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